All good things must come to an end
My solo sojourn at the farm has come to an end. I’m still here, but no longer alone. Doc has arrived, together with another couple of friends. So how did I go for a week …
My solo sojourn at the farm has come to an end. I’m still here, but no longer alone. Doc has arrived, together with another couple of friends. So how did I go for a week …
It’s been a while since I read Lord of the Flies, but I wouldn’t be surprised if their degeneration into lawlessness with a lack of showering. And it all started so well for me. Being …
Don’t tell Doc, but I had an accident, and no, it wasn’t the cows, though it’s stupid enough to be part of a ‘cow curse’. I fell out of my hammock. OK, ok, stop laughing …
How much do we really know about cows? Sure, they hang out in groups and follow the leader, but then again, so do the Mafia.
Finally, I got up to watch the sunrise. Unfortunately I picked the day where it was too cloudy to see a good one. I did see a spectacular sunset last night though.
I survived another night and I’m even getting used to the bumps, creaks and groans. And believe me, in an old house there are many. And so many of them sound like footsteps.